Solitude Quotes - Page 24

When the orbits of these two satellites of ours happened to cross paths, we could be together. Maybe even open our hearts to each other. But that was only for the briefest moment. In the next instant we'd be in absolute solitude. Until we burned up and became nothing.

It is very easy to love alone.

Sovereignty, loyalty, and solitude.

To do anything that suggested a taste for solitude, even to go for a walk by yourself, was always slightly dangerous. There was a word for it in Newspeak: ownlife.

In solitude, be a multitude to thyself.

One is inspired only in solitude.

Both looked back then on the wild revelry...and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.

A person does not belong to a place until there is someone dead under the ground.

but he only found her in the image that saturated his private and terrible solitude.

Intrigued by that enigma, he dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her.

On the tree, Future, we build our nest; and in our solitude eagles shall bring us nourishment in their beaks!

You have to free yourself from your mental conditioning through association with the holy, through doing good works, through meditating, through laughter, through love and through solitude.

Our age is so gregarious that there is at present a marked prejudice against anyone being alone. It is looked down on, and a need to be alone is almost considered a fault, a weakness, as though if one cannot endure - more - enjoy being with other people every minute one is aloof, unreal, and somehow to be pitied.

Solitude desolates me; company oppresses me.

I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.

The things one experiences alone with oneself are very much stronger and purer.

I would paint a portrait which would bring the tears, had I canvas for it, and the scene should be -- solitude, and the figures -- solitude -- and the lights and shades, each a solitude.

We are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain.

In solitude the passions feed upon the heart.

Toil to some is happiness, and rest to others. This man can only breathe in crowds, and that man only in solitudes.

Only what touches us closely preoccupies us. We prepare in solitude to face it. (The Little Book of Unsuspected Subversion)

I frequently lock myself in my studio. I do not often see the people I love, and in the end I shall suffer for it... painting is one's private life.

It's practically my subject, my theme: solitude and community; the weirdness and terrors of solitude: the stifling and consolations of community. Also, the consolations of solitude.

A multitude of people and yet solitude.

In the tumult of great events, solitude was what I hoped for. Now it is what I love. How is it possible to be contented with anything else when one has come face to face with history?